He met her in a French cafeShe slipped in sideways like a catSidelong glancesWhat a wary little stray!She sticks in his mind like thatSaying, "Avez-vous un allumette?"With her lips wrapped around a cigaretteYvette in English saying,"Please have thisLittle bit of instant bliss."

He's fumbling with her foreign tongue;Reaching for words and drawing blanksA loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumbIn a bistro on the left bank"If I were a painter," Picasso said,"I'd paint this girl from toe to head!"Yvette in English saying,"Please have thisLittle bit of instant bliss."

Burgundy nocturne tips and spillsThey trot along nicely in the spreading stainNew chills, new thrillsFor the old uphill battleHow did he wind up here again?Walking and talkingTouched and scaredUninsulated wires left bareYvette in English going,"Please have thisLittle bit of instant bliss."

What blew her like a leaf his way?(Up in the air and down to Earth)First she flustersThen she fraysSo quick to question her own worthHer cigarette burns her fingertipsAs it falls like fireworks she curses itThen sweetly in English she says,"Please have this,Little bit of instant bliss."

He sees her turn and walk awaySkittering like a cat on stoneHer high heels clickingWhat a wary little stray!She leaves him by the Seine aloneWith the black water and the amber lightsAnd the bony bridge between left and rightYvette in English saying,"Please have thisLittle bit of instant bliss."